Pain and pleasure had taken on a whole different meaning since claiming my mate. It would no longer be the famed experience between lovers where one endured pain while ridding waves of pleasure, but a battle of wills. A war against oneself. Two extremes embodied into one that I'd never experienced before and that had threatened to tear me apart. I had never imagined waging war with oneself being possible. When you were both the enemy and the defender. Yet that was exactly what I'd done once our bodies had merged.
It should have been a pleasurable affair whose only threat should have been drowning in ecstasy. Claiming my mate, however, was anything but. My chosen mate had made sure of it. I had been stupid enough not to think more over what Myrna had done. I had thought that it would be no
